Sunday, December 03, 2006

Getting down with the sound

Sitting right up front in the chancel every week, the choir takes seriously our responsibility to set a worshipful and respectful tone for the congregation. No yakking during the prelude, no whispering, snorting or snickering during the service. Our resolve was severely tested at the end of today's service when one of the elders (usually a rather sedate gentleman) stood in the narthex, boogieing and shimmying to the postlude in an attempt to crack up his wife, who sits on the front row in the alto section. She maintained her composure, but alas, several of us did not. We will probably be chastised at rehearsal this week.

I never knew that Bach's Little Prelude in D Minor was such a rocker.

11 comments:

Songbird said...

That was a very naughty man...

Purechristianithink said...

Hee hee.

DogBlogger said...

Been the victim of such antics myself! While it's usually the guitarist of the band (a.k.a. mid-life rookie's G&T), on one occasion during college it was the boys in the wind ensemble, who were waiting to play in the second half of the show. During our final piece, an a cappella spiritual, we found ourselves being mooned through the mini-blinds at the back of the auditorium. Afterward, it didn't take long to explain to our director why we'd all suddenly gone flat, in unison...

Quotidian Grace said...

Okay who is the culprit, zorra? The scientist? Or the Sunday School Superintendent's husband?

zorra said...

Neither. (Can you picture either of them doing that? LOL!) I'll e-mail you.

net said...

And who says you can't have fun during church! Snort on!

Princess of Everything (and then some) said...

That is so awesome! Someone who actually has fun at Church!

Kievas said...

Next time, set up a video camera...wish I'd been there :)

St. Casserole said...

Add this one to your book about ministry.

I kinda like it when congregants get silly. Doesn't happen too often in Presbyie churches.

revabi said...

wow rock on.

And what did the female alto then do to her hubby.

That is one for the ministry books.

zorra said...

Back in the choir room, she sighed in a resigned tone, "I'm just the wife, not the mother."